Laid To Rest Page #2

Synopsis: A terrifying story of a young girl who wakes up in a casket with a traumatic head injury and no memory of her identity. She quickly realizes she was abducted by a Deranged Serial Murderer and in an isolated rural town she must survive the night and outsmart the technologically inclined killer who is hellbent on finishing what he started.
Genre: Horror, Thriller
Director(s): Robert Hall
Production: Anchor Bay Entertainment
  3 nominations.
 
IMDB:
5.3
R
Year:
2009
90 min
Website
152 Views


Please.

Please, next house.

Next house.

It's kind of late, isn't it?

We need a telephone.

Really fast.

I don't have a traditional landline

per se.

But I have a computer.

Lock it.

What?

Can that get us the sheriff?

Yeah, I can send an email.

Yeah, mail and tell them

to send all the cops.

The police, huh? What for?

His wife just died.

I'm so sorry.

I know how you feel.

My mother just passed.

Did she get stuck

with a big knife?

Did she get a knife st--? No.

No, she didn't--

Is that a question--?

A man with a shiny face--

he killed her...

...and an old man.

And he wants to--

- He had a shiny face and he--

- He wants to make me dead.

Fantastic. Great. Okay.

Will it take long?

In this golden age of technology,

who needs a telephone?

Actually, it might just take a minute.

"Do you have evidence

of insurance fraud...

...or fraud committed

by an insurance broker or carrier?

Do you suspect or know

of illegal terrorist or criminal activity?"

No, make it go down.

Okay, scrolling scrolling scroll--

"Are you an eyewitness to any crime?

Are you willing to

report what you know?"

Yeah yeah, go on,

send over one of them mails.

Come on.

Okay.

"Help. Send many cops."

Okay, it's sent.

What are you doing there?

I'm trying to find out

some more information...

...about the guy.

You can find out about people

on this thing?

Let's see...

nothing on the "America's Most Wanted."

Here's a link to the FBI site.

Oh my God.

What? What does it say?

I don't know.

I wonder if this is him.

The FBI believe over 30 women

from Florida, Georgia and Alabama...

...have all been taken

by this lunatic guy.

Yadda yadda yadda, "authorities believe

that the killer is Caucasian...

...late '30s to early '40s,

probably an affluent citizen...

...like a doctor or a surgeon."

Well, if they ain't found them,

how do they know they're dead?

Did he happen to have

a video camera?

Something was blinking

on his shoulder.

It's him.

Why do you reckon?

He videotaped all the girls' murders

and sent them to the police.

Miami.

Make this thing look

for missing girls in Miami.

Hey.

You okay?

Yeah.

My stomach hurts.

I can't take all this death stuff

while I'm grieving.

- Stephen, you got a car?

- Of course.

I think we all go

to the sheriffs station.

It could be too late by the time

city police get here.

No way. No way.

I'm not getting murdered tonight, thanks.

I got a funeral tomorrow.

I have a lot of stuff to do.

Someone has to stay here, right,

in case the cops come?

I think we're safer in a group.

Trust me...

...you don't want this guy to come knocking

with you here alone.

I understand.

Look, he's probably already seen

my truck by now.

I think you're in this

whether you like it or not.

Can't this thing go any faster?

No no, I had an accelerator governor

put in for mother.

She was a bit of a speed demon.

It won't go past 40.

That's it? That's all you got?

We're at a police station.

Why are we getting weapons?

Get the tire stick.

And I got some tire sealant.

Maybe we can jam it in his ears.

Hey, Sheriff Bates.

Stephen:
Um, maybe--

Sheriff, are you there?

It's Tucker Smith.

This is Sheriff Bates.

Yeah, Sheriff.

It's me, Tuck.

I can hear you.

We got a crazy person here

and he's-- he's killed some folks.

We need help.

Do you copy?

I hit him with my car.

He killed my deputy.

I'm locked in the supply closet.

Um, I think you guys are good, so--

Dead.

They aren't all dead.

Sheriff.

That ain't Bates.

Sheriff, tell me where you're at.

We'll come get you.

I'm locked in the supply closet.

I hit him with my car.

He killed my deputy.

I can do it, Mom.

This is Sheriff Bates.

Stephen:
Hey. Hey, we're good.

There's no sheriff in here.

- Come on!

- Come on.

Come on.

Hey!

Tucker:
No no no no!

God damn it!

Come on!

Get back here.

Come on.

- Come on.

- He's coming. He's coming.

Princess:
Go.

- Why did he have the camera?

- Just drive, Stephen.

I think we should go back

to his house...

- ...and wait for the city cops to come.

- She's right. She's right.

You're both crazy.

He'll trap us in there.

- How much gas you got?

- About an eighth of a tank.

Let's head towards town.

We don't stop for anything.

No no, we don't have enough gas

for getting into town.

We can go to the holler.

We can make the market.

No, we head towards town.

Stop the car.

Stop the car.

Stop the car now. Stop.

- No, we don't stop for nothing.

- Stop!

What?

There.

That's where I'm from.

No no, I say we just keep on going.

There ain't no reason for us...

...to go inside there

and let him catch up with us.

I'm pretty sure I'd rather die

and rot in hell...

...than go in there in these

circumstances.

I have to remember something.

Stephen:
Oh, Jeez.

Roll down the window.

Hold up.

We can't let her go in there

by herself.

She ain't thinking right.

I'm gonna sit here and keep a lookout.

You go with her.

- Go on.

- I can't.

Why not?

My ma's in there.

My ma's in there.

Her funeral is tomorrow...

...today. I-- I--

I can't go in there

and see her like that.

I can't see her

all sewn up like that.

I'll go with her.

I'm bleeding like a sieve anyway.

Pull the car around back.

Hide it.

Come on.

Come on, come on, come on.

Let's find someplace

to take a look at that arm.

He was right here on the door.

Good job, Princess.

I think you hurt him first.

Woman:
I'm not dead!

Guys?

Why are you doing this to me?

Who's there?

Who's there?

All right, all right.

Hold your arm there for me.

You're gonna need

some stitches.

Where have

all the dead people gone?

I ain't got the foggiest.

He's gonna kill me, ain't he?

Hey, look at me.

Nobody--

I mean, nobody else

is gonna die here tonight.

Yes.

Woman:
I'm not dead.

You are too dead!

You leave me alone!

You're dead.

Mom, you're dead.

You're dead. You're dead.

Please don't scare me like that,

Mommy, please.

Hey.

Would you guys think I was crazy...

...if I told you that I saw

my dead mother...

...floating in a hearse out there?

Okay.

Hey.

Are you all right?

I'm breathing.

I got me a pistol in the house.

I didn't even think to grab it.

I'm just so stupid,

so goddamn stupid.

Hey, it all happened so fast.

Maybe...

...maybe I should have

stayed dead.

You wasn't dead, all right?

So stop saying that nonsense.

And it's a coffin or a casket.

It ain't...

...ain't no such goddamn thing

as a "dead box."

And dead people don't float around.

They're just f***ing dead.

Hey, man.

I'm sorry, I just--

I guess I'm still

kind of confused.

Well, snap out of it.

We just gotta hold on

a little more than three hours, okay?

Why? What happens then?

Well, my brother-in-law, for one--

he happens then.

He's gonna be at my house

at 6:
00 AM sharp.

But you're not there.

Right.

Just Cindy.

I can't-- I can't let him

see his sister like that.

We gotta go back.

We gotta cover her up.

I really don't want

to leave here.

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